The stare
Somewhere far away
A little girl sits on the grass,
Smears of soot against her skin
In a dirty, torn dress
That was once violet
A shocked, vacant stare
Looks out of the newspaper
Another day , another violent event
Another lost home, another lost childhood....
And yet that stare..
Traverses the latitudes of separation
Jumps the barriers of reason
Blazes its way out of a city,laid to waste
To mock my lazy decision of helpless apathy
Fashion of this season of selfcenteredness
To scorch my conscience.
--shubha
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